The 36th Floor
© DrkFetyshNyghts 2022
"Please, please let me cum.
Please let me cum. Please let me cum. Please, please please
let me cum. Please let me cum. Please let me cum. I need to cum. Please please I NEED to cum, please let me cum. Please let me
cum."
Shelley's begging was
incessant. It was repetitive but at the same time there was this increasingly
desperate, and desolate urgency that dripped from her mouth with the words.
When she tearfully told of her 'need' to cum, she meant it. She meant every
word of it. It was like she couldn't get over enough how desperate she was.
There were tears and there was snot. There was her ruined makeup, her running
black mascara and her chipped chewed lipsticked lips.
And if she could have clawed between her legs, she would have, even if only to
try and get some gratification for herself, but she couldn't and she never
would. It was the desperate actions of a young girl who couldn't gratify
herself any more, not like she used to.
"You know cumming is not an option for you. You know that cumming is something you earn, at 'my' discretion. And you
haven't earned an orgasm. You haven't showed me you deserve another orgasm."
The woman who was speaking
to Shelley was mature, well spoken, educated and she was supremely confident.
She sat with long, nylon sheathed legs crossed and her stiletto bobbing gently
up and down. She brushed imaginary dust from her fitted skirt.
"Please, please, please
Miss Sadie, please let me cum. I'll do anything, anything at all. Please Miss
Sadie please. For fucks sakes please let me cum."
Oh yes, there was this
utter desperation in her voice that told of no other need than to be given the
much addictive feel of a wet orgasm rushing through her. That was what was
essential to her. That was the only thing that she was focussed on. The only
thing that she needed right at this time. The only thing that would be
acceptable to her. So the refusal was like something that was bursting her
bubble and just made her more tearful, more needy, more desperate.
"It's not an option. But
it's interesting, what you say about doing 'anything', 'anything at all'. That
tells me a lot. And it tells me that you and me are
going to get along just fine."
Ms Duvet got up from the
chair she was sitting on and she brushed herself down a little bit in that
elegant way she had a habit of doing.
"I'm going to leave you
with Malcolm here for a little while. If you're a good girl for him, then he
might let you orgasm. If you're not a good girl on the other hand, then, well
your 'need' will go on."
When Sadie spoke she spoke
as though it was normal for her to be saying what she was saying. And that kind
of blurred the glossy world that she lived in. It was like this polished,
statuesque woman, this powerful city lawyer inhabited a grey area between her
normal world, the glamorous one, and this less that savoury world - this
sleazy, sex drenched world of micro control that Shelly was existing in. It was
like this woman could dip in and out of this world at will. And this had to
entice questions about her, and her morals, and not least her professional
ethics.